"Shut up, heretic!"

What responded to the king general was not the hot and burning dragon blood in Lu Mingfei's body, but the killing sword from the Holy Blood Angel!

The descendants of the Holy Blood Angels are all first-class sword masters, and there are only a handful of warbands that can compare with them.

Their swordsmanship is as perfect as the art they pursue, and even more bloodthirsty and deadly!

And--Lu Mingfei didn't intend to let the king be comfortable with a single sword.

Jingyue's blade rubbed against the blade, the edge reversed, and the king general showed a flaw while attacking with all his strength, and Jingyue's graceful half-arc cut open his left arm, bringing up a trace of blood.

Wang Jiang let out a soft sigh, as if he didn't feel any pain.

And just as he was sighing, lightning flashed across his eyes, and the world before him was engulfed in darkness.

A slit split between the minister's mask's eyebrows, and scarlet blood and tears stained the snow-white cheeks.

Severed arm, dazzling.

The second perfect half-arc was raised, and the right arm of the king general left his body, and the two swords reunited on the ground;

The blade of the sword flashed, and a dazzling blood flew from the throat of the king general, Lu Mingfei put away the sword and turned around and swung the sword to draw a circle, the pace changed gracefully like a swift dance step, the man and the sword fused into one, accompanied by the fall of the king general-his legs had been cut off.

Chop your legs, cut your throat!

Pierce the heart, break the bones!

Disembowelment, belly breaking!

Lu Mingfei showed no mercy, and used the killing sword technique inherited from the Holy Blood Angel on Wang Jiang's sinful body, splashing blood and scales, Wang Jiang was no different from a fish with live scales scraped on the chopping board.

Moreover, the king should be honored.

The last time Lu Mingfei performed such a corpse-splitting killing sword technique was in a catch-and-fight with a "chief samurai" of the Zerg alien.

The monstrous xenomorph had four arms, each bearing a "bone knife" comparable to the Astarte Power Sword—a symbiotic weapon.

At that time, it tried to break through and behead Lu Mingfei, but Lu Mingfei, who borrowed the power sword of the war group leader, was split and killed with superb killing swordsmanship, and a large group of ordinary alien zergs were repulsed.

With the last sword, Lu Mingfei pierced through the eyebrows of the minister's mask - and then cut his head in half downward.

"Anything else? If there is any, come out together, don't waste time."

Lu Mingfei gently shook off the blood on the blade, and his indifferent gaze swept towards the VIP room deep in the corridor.

He didn't mind running out of it with another king, and then let himself continue to brush up on his swordsmanship.

There was silence.

"If you don't come out, then I'll go in."

Lu Mingfei heard the ancient chanting of Longwen behind him, and when he glanced back, he only saw the men in black pouring into the Bliss Pavilion like a tide.

Their muscles ripped through their suits, and their eyes lit up with a dark golden glow.

Someone secretly cast his own spirit:

Words and spirits. The king's servant, the periodic table of words and spirits is ranked number 29.

This spirit is capable of briefly enhancing the physical abilities of companions or specific targets, increasing their aggressiveness and destructiveness.

These men in black are half-breeds themselves, and with the enhancement of the King's Servant, their strength and reflexes will far exceed their normal state.

But Lu Mingfei didn't care about them, and continued to walk towards the VIP room with his sword - he even killed the king and generals, and he still cared about the siege of these small soldiers?

"Commander, we're here to help!"

Fingal's screams rang from the headset.

It was another passionate Longwen chanting, far higher than the Longwen chanting of the "King's Servant".

The dazzling glare overshadowed the lights in the Pavilion of Paradise, and a dazzling sun rose outside the door.

Chu Zihang directly opened the way with Jun Yan, and the violent and hot fireball directly blasted into the black-clothed crowd holding various firearms and weapons.

"Boom!"

Jun Yan detonated more than a dozen pachinko machines, and the huge number of gamblers in them

The steel ball was wrapped in high temperature and strong kinetic energy, and turned into a murder weapon that was no less than the hand *** and splashed around.

Nearly ten men in black were blown into pitch-black char by this blow.

Lu Mingfei cut open the door of the VIP room with a sword, but there was no one inside.

There is nothing but a table and two chairs, and if this is the mandala inviting people to come here to help them fulfill their wishes, it would be too simple.

"Nothing?"

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, and walked around the wall with a sword in one hand, and the blade of the Jingyue Great Sword cut through the four walls of the VIP room like cutting tofu.

However, there is no hidden passage or secret room in the room, and it should be unlikely that the king will escape.

"Is this the end of the race?"

Lu Mingfei still expressed doubts, with the cunning of that kind of heresy, there should be more than just three bodies, and it is very likely that there are such replacement bodies in other places.

He couldn't help but think of the information about "Gloya", that heresy also reappeared the next day after being "killed", which may have something in common with the ability of the king.

And when knocking on the two pieces of rotten wood, Wang Jiang also said that it was "that woman" who told him that Lu Mingfei was the one who escaped from "there".

Then, his thoughts went back to the Sacred Heart Maria Hospital ten days ago, and the heretical doctor had also said something about "that woman".

There is no doubt that "that woman" is referring to Gloya.

"That damn heretic, can't tell who is who and where, always being a riddler."

Lu Mingfei was a little annoyed.

Since there is nothing here, there is no need for him to continue wasting time here, it is better to go out and help the brothers clean up the remaining heretics.

"Since the king and general are no longer here, why don't we sit down and talk for a while."

Someone whispered.

The blade of the Jingyue Great Sword instantly swept towards the source of the sound - I don't know when, there was suddenly an extra boy in the VIP room, and he was sitting on the coffee table in front of Lu Mingfei.

"Hello, Lord Angel."

The handsome boy smiled, his tone neither humble nor arrogant, even if the sharp edge of the sword in the opponent's hand was only a few millimeters from his throat.

His clear and quiet eyes looked at Lu Mingfei, "First time we met, please take care of me."

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Lu Mingfei asked coldly, and did not relax his vigilance because of the beautiful image of the other party.

"I'm a young woman now, and I'm here to work with you."

The boy said with a smile.

"Cooperation? We don't know each other, so what's there to work with?"

Lu Mingfei removed the blade from the boy's throat.

"Bang ......"

A deafening gunshot rang out outside the door, and a fierce scuffle was going on in the halls of the Paradise Pavilion.

Chu Zihang and Fingal were busy dealing with the men in black who had been strengthened, and Fingal was holding the golden-red blood-tear wing-painted burst gun, spewing out one deadly metal storm bomb after another.

"Kill the king thoroughly."

Yuan Zhinu said softly.